For immortality,
It's never the same as you imagine,
When gi'en th'opportun'ty,
One will never want for money or luck,
Except for his child's love,
She will kill herself in a thousand ways,
The last, well, he didn't look up above,
Just death and murder and murder and death,
Now look at where they are,
A misfit crew with no real direction,
Yet still traveling far.
There's never time,
To even think it out,
One moment sitting waiting around,
Next, someone's calling your name with a shout.
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